When I was younger we were on holiday at Ladram Bay in Devon in a caravan. As the young little scamp I was I insisted on having the top bunk with my sister below. I can't remember what we did that day but I remember going to bed happy in the knowledge I was on holiday and had bagged the top bunk.
Then at about 4am, I felt a twitch. Assuming I needed to fart I pushed a little . It became almost instantly clear that I didn't need to fart, I needed to get to the loo about 5 seconds previously.
So I did what anyone of us would have down - I jumped out of bed in an attempt to get to the loo in time.
I say attempt as they were a couple of problems with my plan.
1. In my panic I'd forgotten I was on the top bunk.
2. In my panic I'd forgotten I was in a sleeping bag.
I ended up bouncing off the caravan wall, bouncing my head off my sisters bunk and the the coup de grace?
I shat myself on impact.
In a sleeping bag
At 4am in the morning
In a caravan
With diarrhea
Those were the days!